I have seen chronic pain and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

(my father’s fight with interstitial cystitis)

The doctors had given a list of foods that were triggering. Mama had read it again and again, memorizing every single ingredient to avoid in Baba’s meals. No spices, no tomatoes, no garlic. Nothing sour. Definitely no caffeine. It was restrictive, to say the least. But she tried her best to work within the new bounds, coming up with creative dishes that might satisfy his tastebuds and doctors’ orders.